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April

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An artist’s rendition of a motorcycle on a wall in Ajo, Arizona
 
 
April is the cruellest month… (T.S. Eliot)
 


  
~~ 1 ~~
  
first week of April—
erasing from memory
my distant homeland
  
~~ 2 ~~
  
First week of April—
sorrow swallows my spirit,
keening shreds my tongue.
  
~~ 3 ~~
  
First week of April—
a cry stays stuck in my throat,
a cry of despair.
  
~~ 4 ~~
  
First week of April—
as the wrens and robins sing,
I claw at my eyes.
  
~~ 5 ~~
  
first week of April—
crawling back from despair’s brink
one song at a time
 

 
Haiku © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
  
  
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Six Ways of Blackbird

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A cactus wren made of wood, mounted on particle board used to cover a window, Ajo, Arizona
 
 


  
~~ 1 ~~
  
late winter morning—
blackbird surveys his domain
from a chimney top
  
~~ 2 ~~
  
In weakness and woe
a weary pilgrim wanders,
blackbird at her side.
  
~~ 3 ~~
  
Blackbird on the wing
hears the hapless harlot’s cry
as her night begins.
  
~~ 4 ~~
  
A blackbird ignores
the blasts and blights of fortune
as she builds her nest.
  
~~ 5 ~~
  
a trickle of blood
from the blackbird’s open beak—
early morning crash
  
~~ 6 ~~
  
a curse and a cry—
and the blackbird disappears
for another year
 

 
Haiku © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
  
  
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Summoned

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Castoffs from the sea, Puerto Nuevo, Baja California Norte, México
 


riches from the sea
summoned by an eagle’s cry—
tongue of salt and fire

 
Haiku © 2015 and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Tanka-esque

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Of this week’s dozen words I have used: chill, rattle, cry, plaster, drum, chill
 


~~ 1 ~~
 
wrapped in a straw mat—
three smooth stones from the river
ripe with autumn’s chill
an axe to split them open
for sucking out the marrow
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
Startled by the cry
of a ripening cherry,
the old man stumbles,
breaking his arm’s plaster cast
into a thousand pieces.
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
the rain is over
for seven years and a day
empty husks rattle—
little playthings of the wind
drumming up more misery

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Clearing

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Late summer twilight, Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
 


clearing the flyway
for every star in waiting
crow’s persistent cry

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Settling

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Sundown at the ocean’s edge, Puerto Nuevo, Baja California Norte, México
 


flight of the eagle
stepping into the world of dreams—
a silent cry


settling on the succulents
the hunter’s breath at sundown

*Opening gambit © by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem
 
Final two lines and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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